This weekend I got a lot done. My accomplishments include cleaning my junk drawers, dusting my room, updating our rotating scrapbook, watching an episode of Lost, and filing, filing, filing.
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Sunday I went to yoga with S. At the end of the class, S mentioned, “I’ve been thinking about becoming a vegetarian.”
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I bought an apple-red dress for LDW’s wedding. It has sparkles.
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I went to J.Crew. I returned N. Panda’s now not-bridesmaid dress.
“What is the reason for the return?” the woman asked.
“What is this?” C asked, holding up a piece of leather.
“It’s a dog collar. I think,” I said.
“It’s a bracelet,” the woman says.
“Oh. It. Looks like a dog collar. The bride changed her mind,” I said.
“About the dress, right. Just about the dress, right?” asked the male salesman.
“Yes, just about the dress,” I say.
He sighed a sigh of relief.
I maintain it was a dog collar.
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In the middle of the yoga studio, I said, “I HATE vegetarians.” That is to say: I hate uneducated people who become vegetarians because it’s trendy. But I did not do a good job of explaining. Yoga students stared. I backpedaled.
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C and I cooked chili. And corn muffins. C and I roasted a chicken.
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I watched The King’s Speech. I watched The Fighter. I watched Practical Magic (for the millionth time.) I watched Inception.
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I blogged. I cleaned out my inbox. I discovered a few new musicians.
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I bought a new notepad. For Cucina Fresca recipes. More on that later.
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I drank multiple pots of coffee. I snuggled Ellen. I snuggled Corelyn.
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I started a dance party. (Gettin’ Jiggy with It…)
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I slept until noon. I set no alarm. I was coyote.
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I got a new toothbrush. It’s green. And recycled.
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I ran a mile in 13 minutes. I am getting there.
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I grocery shopped. twice.
At TJ’s we heard: “I’m kinda faded but I feel alright (thinkin’ ’bout makin’ my move tonight),” which was followed by a man agreeing with me that it was the best song ever. “The best song. Ever. Love this song,” he agreed.